Цитаты из книги «Little Women: or, Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy»

hearth-brush and kettle-holder.

for they were fighting and fretting all the time

label your father if he isn't rich

impertinent girls, who plague you

insult you when your nose isn't nice."

"If you mean libel, I'd say so, and not talk about labels, as if papa was a pickle-bottle,"

my hands get so stiff, I can't practise well at all;"

who keeps you trotting, is never satisfied, and worries you till you're ready to fly out of the window or cry?"

teaching those tiresome children nearly all day

mother proposed not having any presents this Christmas